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Troubled Mind
My heart breaks for you.
It's shattered over a bottle.
Why do you do it? Why do you drink?
Nevermind I know it's not what I think.
A disease, an addiction...
It's not my fault.
It hurts that we had to come to a halt.
I hope you get the help you need.
This whole situation I must concede.
But my mind is so troubled.
My thoughts are so jumbled.
I can't help but feel somewhat responsible.
Am I your trigger, is it possible?
Talk to me, tell me what's going on.
Until then I've hit up Al-Anon.
It's shattered over a bottle.
Why do you do it? Why do you drink?
Nevermind I know it's not what I think.
A disease, an addiction...
It's not my fault.
It hurts that we had to come to a halt.
I hope you get the help you need.
This whole situation I must concede.
But my mind is so troubled.
My thoughts are so jumbled.
I can't help but feel somewhat responsible.
Am I your trigger, is it possible?
Talk to me, tell me what's going on.
Until then I've hit up Al-Anon.
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